Detrás de todo este espectáculo de palabras, tiembla indeciblemente la esperanza de que me leas,
de que no haya muerto del todo en tu memoria...

octubre 11, 2009

Guiding Light


There's sunshine trapped in our hearts
It could rise again
But I'm lost
and crushed
and cold
and confused
With no guiding light left inside

You were my guiding light

And comfort and warmth can't be found
I still reach for you
But I'm lost
and crushed
and cold
and confused
With no guiding light left inside

You're my guiding light.

Esto siento, más o menos, y por esto mismo muero.